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Saturday Girl
It all began in one of those Saturday lulls when the shop was quiet
and all the work was done. Kerry and I were on the main pay desk when
Dave, the manager, came over. He told Kerry that she wasn't to wear
jeans to work again and that she should wear the uniform skirt as she
usually did. This started an argument of course, Kerry arguing that
her jeans were black and smart (which they were), that some of us
guys wore them (which we did), and that it was too cold for skirts
(which it was).
I pointed out that insisting she wear a skirt was sex
discrimination. Dave, who's a good manager and not at all petty,
tried to wriggle out of it, but the fact was he'd never objected to
guys wearing jeans if they were smart, so stopping Kerry, or any of
the girls, wearing them was a non starter.
My mistake was mentioning that the rules should apply equally to
everyone as he turned around and said, "alright, Bob, if you wear a
skirt and blouse tomorrow, Kerry can wear jeans."
Kerry laughed. "Yeah, go on Bob."
I grimaced at Dave and said, "okay, I'll call that bluff. Blouse and
skirt tomorrow."
Dave was a little taken aback but he couldn't back out now and it
was agreed. The girls could wear jeans in future if I showed up for
work the next day in the women's uniform.
The guys thought I was crazy and the girls thought I was their hero
and spent most of the day giving me tips about make up and how to
walk in heels, it was quite good fun.
And me? I was getting very nervous about the whole thing. You see
I'd been dressing in women's clothes for years but only in the
privacy of my own home and while part of me couldn't believe my luck
the rest of me was panicking at the thought of everyone seeing me
dressed.
During my lunch hour I walked up the high street to the department
store on the corner and bought myself a lovely white blouse with some
pretty embroidery on the shoulders and cuff as well as a new lipstick
in a more conservative burgundy than the tarty scarlets I wore at
home. My final purchase was a new pair of barely black stockings that
were not too sheer; after all, these were work clothes.
Back at work we were mad busy for the next few hours but on my
coffee break Dave came into the staff room and gave me a skirt. "I
think it'll fit." He said and grinned. "Try it on if you like." I
laughed at his joke but for a moment I thought I saw a look in his
eyes that wasn't laughing.
Of course that night I got home and tried my new outfit on and was
quite pleased with the results. I already had a pair of shoes that
weren't too high and had thick, chunky heels that could be used for a
girl's work shoes and my hair was long and usually tied back in a
pony tail for work but I spent a good four hours that night trying
different make up combinations and hair styles before I finally found
the look I thought worked.
Once done I carefully undressed and laid out tomorrow's outfit
before getting ready for bed and slipping into a satin night gown.
I woke up bright and early and spent an hour carefully shaving my
face and under arms and waxing my legs so that all was smooth and
soft. I'm lucky in that my hair is a natural blonde so doesn't leave
much of a shadow and my make up could be light and not look like it
had been put on with a trowel. I brushed on just a little pearl
powder over my face then picked out my brown eyes with shadow only on
the lids and a touch of mascara. A little bronzing powder instead of
blusher to pick out my cheekbones in a subtle way then careful
application of the new crimson lippy.
I did my hair, combing it off to one side and holding it away from
my face with a grip and then put on my bra with two, gel filled
balloons to give me a bust. Very carefully so as not to disturb make
up or hair I put on my new blouse and fastened it up allowing it to
gape open high enough to hide the fake breasts but enough to show the
sweep of my throat and upper chest.
Once done I fastened my garter belt and carefully rolled on my
stockings making sure not to snag them as I fastened the tops over my
smooth thighs. I had difficulty pulling on my knickers as they were
very tight and designed to keep my crotch flat and once they were on
I shoved my hand in and pushed my balls up into my body and folded my
cock back between my legs, pulling my hand free and inspecting the
flat expanse that was now my crotch.
I slipped on my skirt, which fit quiet well and stepped into my
shoes. Almost done, I fastened a gold necklace around my throat and
attached a pair of clip on earrings before finally sticking on a set
of nails with SuperGlue and admiring the look of my hands with the
new French manicure nails.
I glanced up at my reflection in the mirror and even I was
impressed. I turned side on and admired the way my front swelled out
over my new chest then flattened all the way down, not a hint of a
bulge. The skirt nipped a little at the waist and it made my ass look
full and round and my calves swelled out gently and swept back in at
my ankles, filling out the stockings in a very attractive way. In
fact I had to stop looking as I felt stirrings in my groin at the
sight of this pretty young thing in the mirror.
The drive to work was straightforward enough, I've snuck out at
night, dressed and gone for long drives so these low (for me) 3 inch
heels were no problem although it was surprising how many men turned
to admire me at traffic lights.
I pulled up behind the shop and went in through the back door where
Martin & Julie the two warehouse staff were sat having a cigarette.
Martin stood up "you can't come in this way, love..." he began but
Julie stopped him.
"Shut up, Martin, that's Bob." Martin did a double take that would
have made any comedian proud and I swear his mouth actually fell
open. "You look lovely," Julie said, "I wish I scrubbed up that
pretty." I laughed, said thanks, and went into the staff room aware
of Martin's eyes following me.
My heart was beginning to pound as the moment of truth came and I
stepped inside to where all my colleagues were having a quick brew
before the store opened.
"Holy shit!" Said Derek the supervisor and everyone turned to stare
at me.
"Yey!" Kerry shouted and rushed over and hugged me. "Oh, Bob you
look FANTASTIC!" The three other girls came over and were crowded
around me some hugging and some kissing. I looked over at the three
men who were sat with coffee cups motionless between table and mouth
and grinned. If they said anything I could respond with how the girls
loved it.
In fact the blokes didn't seem that bothered. The only time they
seemed flustered was when a customer wanted something and they had to
call me Bob. That didn't last long and they started calling me Bobby
after which everyone seemed okay with it all. The girls absolutely
loved it, sharing make up tips and stories of waxing and all sorts of
girly talk. And the customers didn't bat an eyelid either.
Oh, there were reactions from those, who realised I was a man (the
majority I must admit), but apart from a little curiosity no one
seemed to care. It was a revelation for me that I could go out in
public wearing make up and heels and no one minded.
Dave called me into his office and I sat down in front of his desk
keeping my knees together and tucking my legs under the chair. "You
didn't have to go to all that trouble." He said, making us coffee. "I
just thought you'd wear the skirt over your trousers."
"In for a penny," I said taking the offered cup.
He squinted at my shins. "Did you shave your legs?"
"Of course. I'd look pretty stupid with hairy legs and all this," I
gestured to my clothes and face. "Beside, I'm expected to look smart
while at work."
Dave shook his head. We chatted a bit longer while we drank, his
allowing the girls to wear jeans if they were appropriate, how much
effort I'd put into my garb and so on. As we talked I noticed that he
kept looking at my legs and breasts and I wondered if he fancied me.
I tried not to think about it too much as I felt stirrings in my
groin and it wouldn't do to serve customers with a hard on making my
skirt tent.
By closing time I felt great. Many customers had complimented me on
my attire and how pretty I was (including a couple of men who
obviously fancied me) and the staff were all supportive and I decided
that I would make some forays into nearby Manchester and seek out
other trannies who I could go on girly shopping trips with.
We closed and Dave said he wanted to speak to me once we were done
cashing up, so once he let everyone else out of the building and
locked up, I dutifully returned to his office.
I was a little concerned wondering if I was in trouble for coming to
work as I was, as Dave didn't seem his normal cheery self. He made us
coffee again but said little as he did so, handing me my mug and
sitting on the corner of his desk.
"You've done this before, haven't you? Dressed as a woman I mean."
I felt that terrible buzzing feeling inside as I realised he knew my
secret. I laughed nervously. "I just did it to show you up."
He nodded thoughtfully and took a sip of coffee. "Where'd you get
the shoes?"
"I bought them. Yesterday in my lunch hour, you saw all the stuff I
got from the department store."
"No," he said, "those shoes are too worn down to be brand new."
I glanced down at my feet and saw he was right. Although they
weren't scuffed there was roundness to the edges that showed weeks of
wear walking up and down deserted country roads at midnight. I
laughed, trying to give myself time to think.
"I think you do this a lot," he said leaning over to put his mug on
the shelf next to the printer and as he did so I saw the bulge in his
suit pants. I stayed silent wondering what to do. I'd had fantasies
of sex with a man while dressed, but reality was something else
entirely.
Dave stood up and I could clearly see the fabric taught across his
crotch where his cock was pushing at it. He noticed my stare and
stepped forwards so he was standing next to me. "I've always liked
you as a man, Bob, and as a woman you're SO hot." As he said it he
reached out and cupped the side of my face, his thumb hot as it
caressed my smooth skin and turned my head so he could gaze down at
me.
He knelt as my heart pounded and we stared at each other for a long
moment then he leaned towards me, mouth ready for a kiss. I didn't
even try to resist, I'd melted at his first touch and as his lips
touched gently against mine I felt myself go weak. I needed a man...
I needed THIS man.
His tongue slid into my mouth as our kiss became more urgent and I
raised my hand to hold the back of his neck as his stroked my cheek.
I felt his other hand on my knees, the warmth of his flesh feeling
sensuous through the thin material of my stockings. I've always
adored the feel of skin under hosiery, but feeling it from the other
side was a magnitude of pleasure greater and I moaned deep in my
throat as his hand slid down my shin and back up again, our mouths
pressing together harder with our rising passion.
I could smell his after-shave, strong and manly, and the roughness
of his cheek as his five o'clock shadow grazed my own. His hand had
begun to slide further up and down my leg, fingertips touching the
tops of my shoes and then gliding up the silky smooth expanse of
flesh toned black, over my knee and under my skirt. His other hand
had fallen from my face and was now caressing one of my breasts and I
was astonished at how arousing it was despite being merely a gel bag
and not part of me at all but it couldn't have made me any hotter if
I'd had real breasts under that firm hand.
Our tongues were exploring each other like two hungry snakes and our
mouths squeezed hard against one another as we kissed passionately.
Dave's hand had stopped exploring my lower leg and now stayed under
cover of my skirt, stroking my inner thigh and over the lacy top of
my stocking to the cool, smooth flesh above.
I was totally lost to him now and knew that whatever gender I was I
wanted to have sex with this strong, virile man, who was doing such
wonderful things to me with only his hands. He undid my skirt and
used both of them to pull it down, never breaking the seal on our
hungry mouths, and then those hands were rubbing against my crotch
and my ass. The feel of a man's hand on my bottom was a much greater
turn on than I'd imagined and I enjoyed it to the full, but I could
sense his confusion as his other hand searched for the expected cock
and balls and found none.
I broke the kiss momentarily. "Pull down my knickers," I gasped and
thrust my tongue back down his throat. I felt him take a firm hold of
my girdle like panties and tug at them. It was an awkward, fumbling
moment as they were hard to remove, but our lust for each other kept
us going and I stood up slightly as he pulled them down over my legs
whereupon I kicked hem off into a corner.
The scorching arousal I'd felt before at his touch was only the
overture as his fingers found my cock and began to play with it, his
other hand behind me, cupping my buttocks, the fingers exploring my
most intimate of places. I raised my leg to give him better access
and the feel of his touch on my asshole sent ripples of pleasure
through me.
To my dismay he broke the kiss, but his head dropped and he began to
suck on my balls as I sat, one leg raised, on his hands, it's fingers
pushing against my anus opening. I gasped intermittently as he played
with me, the waves of pleasure almost making me come but my leg was
getting squashed between his arm and his head that was toying with my
sack. I pushed his head away momentarily and raised my leg so he
could get his head under it, my thigh almost vertical as I slumped
down, my knee bent and heel scraping his back.
I moaned in delight as his mouth began to work its way up my cock
and as his hot lips engulfed the end of it his finger pushed into my
hole. I gasped and opened my eyes wide at the shocking sensation but
I quickly realised that startling though it was it was making me
really horny.
His mouth slid up and down my rigid tool, his finger slipping in and
out of my ass in time to it while his free hand fondled my stocking
clad leg, the three sensations driving me wild. "Oh, God, Dave," I
gasped as I found myself pushing my ass down onto his finger enjoying
the sensation while his tongue and lips serviced my cock expertly and
his hand stroked my leg. "Ooooh," I moaned feeling the pressure
building within me and I sat down hard on his finger feeling him slip
another up me. "Uh," I grunted and my hips bucked as I erupted into
his mouth with a shattering climax the like of which I'd never
experienced.
Dave kept going, swallowing every drop and still using his fingers
in me and with his other hand touching my shin and thigh. I emptied
into him everything I had and he took it all, softening his strokes
as my cock waned and became more and more sensitive, but all the
while I found myself riding his fingers, still wanting more.
His mouth left my cock and a moment later found my lips again. He
tasted different this time; a more metallic taste from my own juices
which he'd swallowed but still had traces of in his mouth.
We continued, mouths together and his fingers up my ass as I moved
myself up and down on them. It was a glorious sensation that I never
wanted to end so when he pulled his fingers free I moaned in
frustration until I saw him tearing his trousers open and pulling his
cock free. It was long and hard, with pale skin and a swept back head
that was slick with his own pre-cum and when he hesitated I lifted my
legs high and moaned, "give it to me."
He did, without any finesse he slid it right up into my ass and I
was suddenly full of hot cock. My legs were being pushed high as his
shoulders pushed into the backs of my calves and I looked down to see
my own stocking clad legs in a giant V sticking straight up as a
sweating man gritted his teeth and fucked me. One hand grabbed my
left breast while the other returned to fondling my leg, all the
while that cock rammed in and out of my eager hole.
"Oh, Dave," I moaned, almost whimpering, "oh that's SO good."
Sweat was dripping from his face as he pounded into me and a small
voice in my head told me this is what I was born for as I took that
cock and loved every inch of it. I loved his hand on my leg, his
other hand on my breast, the lingering taste of my own come from his
lips and of course most of all the feeling of being fucked.
I swear I orgasmed as Dave thrust deep into me and unloaded his
torrent of jism, a great hot flood of juice filling up my insides
with warmth like a good swig of brandy. He grunted and gave a few
more, weaker shoves as he emptied himself then sagged to the floor.
I slid off my chair, enjoying the slimy feeling from my come-
drenched asshole, and lay next to him, my head on his heaving chest.
"I meant what I said before," he gasped and I turned over to look at
him. "About liking you as a man too." I said nothing just gazed
adoringly at him. "We could date if you like? Either as Bob or Bobby?"
I smiled at him and nodded, I liked him too and if the rest of the
relationship went as well as the sex I'd have to start looking for a
nice wedding dress.
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